The White Mist Miko himself knew exactly what he was talking about.

But she didn't hesitate.

Before the head of the White Mist family was about to hold a ceremony related to the substitute spell, the members of the White Mist family who had a fanatical worship of immortality attacked the main family.

The two sides collided, causing the White Mist family to collapse.

And the stand-in spell on the White Mist Divine Son who escaped from the White Mist Family has no user.

If you get the Substitute Spell, you can use the Miwame, and if you have the ability of the Miwaku, you can get rid of the mages of the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

Whether this is for another stupid white mist god, or for Xicheng style, it is definitely a sure choice.

Of course, the most important thing is...

This White Mist Divine Son believes in the Xicheng style, and also believes in the other way he sees people.

As for whether the West Side style will refuse?

There will be no doubt about this point.

Because she is no longer a fat sheep on the side of the pot.

She carefully scalded off her own wool, and by the way, she also cut herself with a long handle, and then packed herself into the pot by the way, and finally put it on the plate.

Basically, not everyone who is blind will take a bite.

But—

Why do you think the atmosphere is a little wrong?

There was no sound in my ears.

There was no expected answer.

There was silence all around, as if no one was there.

The White Mist Divine Son subconsciously raised his head.

Then she saw that Xicheng's oppressive eyes were staring at her without blinking.

After a long while, Xicheng stood up in front of her, and said in the same tone, "It's almost time to go." ”

"Huh?"

It's almost time to go?

Xicheng Shi's act of not mentioning what happened just now made the White Mist Shenzi hesitate, she smiled and said, "Shijun...?" ”

"It's not that I'm not uninterested in stand-in spells."

Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Shenzi and spoke directly.

"Why...?" The White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but ask.

"The reason is simple." Xicheng blocked the words of the White Mist Miko: "Although the Miko is a little stupid, she is not bad, and it is unfair to let her be treated." ”

And...

To be honest, the Xicheng style can be regarded as barely half a friend of the White Mist Divine Son.

Although this little girl is a little silly at times, she has an excellent heart - both times she met something, she let Xicheng run first, and she rushed up to break the back.

Although the last two things were finally resolved in the Xicheng style, she didn't hesitate to retreat even if her hands and feet were cut off and her entire body was cut off... It still touched Xicheng's heart.

Even if he has the ability to die, that kind of real pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

White Mist Miko is a kind little girl, and Xicheng naturally doesn't want her to be treated unreasonably.

Who doesn't like a world where 'bad people don't live long, good people live for a thousand years'?

"If Bai Wu himself is willing, it's okay to say. But you are nothing more than a false personality now, and you should not be qualified to make such a decision for the White Mist. ”

Nishijo-shi spoke unceremoniously.

That's right, if the White Mist Divine Son himself is willing to bind that stand-in spell to himself, Xicheng Style is acceptable.

But the current White Mist Divine Son is just a false personality formed by residual memories, and it is not the White Mist Divine Son that he knows in Xicheng.

How much does her opinion have to do with the Xicheng style?

"I see... Then I get it. ”

After listening to Xicheng's reasoning, the White Mist Divine Son did not continue to stalk.

Because she found that even if she was stalking, the young man in front of her would not pay attention to herself at all.

And I feel that if her behavior is a little more aggressive, Xicheng will directly knock herself out and replace her with another self.

But...

That's actually pretty good.

The White Mist Miko looked at the Xicheng style in a daze.

After a while, she suddenly spoke:

"Shiki-kun, I have one last request."

"Request?"

Xicheng Shishi, who was looking at how to climb the cliff, glanced at the white mist Miko.

At this time, the snow-white face of the White Mist Mizuko was blown red by the mountain wind, and half of his face and long hair were hidden under the high collar of the dark green winter suit.

The next moment, her slender body bowed deeply to Xicheng Shishi, and a soft and glutinous voice came out:

"I'd like to ask for your kind attention."

Her demeanor, words and deeds do have the feeling of being a Japanese lady.

I have to say that the white fog chrysalis did not deceive the Xicheng style - without the white fog god before the amnesia, it is indeed the character of the standard lady.

"You're going to disappear?"

Xicheng sensed that the other party's words were wrong, and asked.

"It can't be said to be disappearing... If only I could meet something that impressed me again... Maybe I'll wake up again... Also, about another living white mist chrysalis... I don't recall the memories of my loved ones, so I can only say that I am very sorry... I can't help. ”

She said apologetically, and then stumbled forward into Xicheng's arms.

Looking at the white mist god with his eyes closed and his body lying together, Xicheng couldn't help but shake his head.

This thing is still asleep.

If he hadn't been able to control it, he would have agreed to the request of another White Mist Divine Son a long time ago.

But—

"Indeed... There's another thing about the white mist chrysalis. ”

Xicheng looked at the Valley of Fog behind him.

A white mist shrouded the entire valley—

Snow.

.......

At this time, Morinomiya Yamanouchi.

As a sacred mountain of suicide, Morinomiya Mountain has always been extremely silent.

But recently, due to the police closure and search, this land, which has been designated by locals as a holy mountain for suicide, has also broken the silence of the past.

"Whew-"

Ryoko Okano stood by the police car, looking at her colleagues working around, and couldn't help but exhale a breath of white air.

It stands to reason that the matter of Morimiyama should be solved by the local police.

However, considering that this incident is mainly mixed with supernatural and weird aspects, she was sent here by her boss in Tokyo's special department.

"Kid Xicheng... When will it come out? ”

Ryoko Okano looked at the miserable white forest and the old underground passage site of the White Mist family.

She knew that the police search was just a cover, mainly to stop the members of the Eternal Sacrifice who had rushed back.

But... Although the police are part of the official power of Japan, there is no guarantee that the madmen of the Eternal Festival will stop there.

When the time comes... Those who have abilities that are different from ordinary people... On their own, these cops... Can it really be blocked?

To be honest, Ryoko Okano is not optimistic about this. And after this time and the eternal sacrifice... A lot of Japanese news and media smell something abnormal...

Supernatural... Weird things... It seems that it can't be hidden from the public for long.

Thinking of this, Ryoko Okano flipped through her phone.

She glanced at the overly short and straightforward text message on it, and then exhaled again, revealing a reassuring expression:

"That kid from Beichuan is almost going back to China."